Vid Prompts
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comment_ficHi everyone! I’m chibifukurou and This is my last day as your guest host. Thanks for making this week so much fun!
Today’s theme is Vid Prompts. Today the prompts can be any fandom, any character, and any pairing as long as they are vid related.
The Rules:
Clannad, Tomoya + Ushio, Fireflies
Xmen First Class, Erik/Any, http://youtu.be/1raWNMMqjKY
Bandom RPS, Gerard, The Ghost of You http://youtu.be/uCUpvTMis-Y
None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of
Lonely Prompts!
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Today’s theme is Vid Prompts. Today the prompts can be any fandom, any character, and any pairing as long as they are vid related.
The Rules:
- Don’t prompt more than 5 prompts in a row or 3 prompts per fandom. When someone has answered your prompt, you can prompt again.
- No spoilers in your prompt until at least 1 week after the original airing or publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
- Thank your fic providers they thrive on feedback.
- For the sake of the code monkeys’ sanity remember to format your prompts correctly.
Clannad, Tomoya + Ushio, Fireflies
Xmen First Class, Erik/Any, http://youtu.be/1raWNMMqjKY
Bandom RPS, Gerard, The Ghost of You http://youtu.be/uCUpvTMis-Y
None of today's prompts interest you? Make someone’s day and answer one of the myriad of
Lonely Prompts!
[theme tag=vidprompts]
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Date: 2011-09-29 12:31 pm (UTC)Fill: no freedom here
Date: 2011-09-30 12:45 am (UTC)Teal'c wanted to sink his fingers into Drey'auc's hair, but not to control it, just to see it curl around his fingers. It was free in a way that nothing else was.
When he became Bra'tac's apprentice, in training to become First Prime to their God, Drey'auc agreed to marry him. He loved her and he was loyal to his God.
When he made First Prime, though, he was already beginning to question his God.
He whispered his fears only once, into his wife's hair. It had been a long day, a hard day, and he had come home to wrap his arms around his wife and stand in the evening breeze, feeling her hair fly free against his chest. He whispered his worries and his doubts into her hair and thought of freedom.
When they went in, after he had eaten but before he went to bed, she brought him a pair of scissors.
"Why have you brought me scissors, Drey'auc?" He had been confused, nothing more.
"I want you to cut my hair short. It is not right to love anyone more than our god."
He had been silent for a long moment and they had simply stared at one another. Then he had positions her before him and carefully cut her feathered hair and let the locks falls to the ground.
There would be no flying free here.
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Date: 2011-09-29 12:39 pm (UTC)Filled: Feel good hit of the summer
Date: 2011-09-30 04:29 am (UTC)Still, with a little less bloodshed, they could have been a sit com. For better or for worse, bloodshed was what Eliot did best. But with his team, he felt like more than that. Like maybe they could look past the blood on his hands, though Eliot knew that was impossible. For some things, there was no forgiveness.
And yet, Sophie knew to wake him precisely fifteen minutes into a post-con catnap, if he hadn’t gotten himself up in time to avoid slipping into a potentially embarrassing REM cycle, and she always did it gently. He’d come out of sleep in the quite, not quite knowing what had caused him to wake, usually with a blanket draped over him.
Then, after he took that beating at Rucker’s gym, Parker had gone down to the hotel restaurant to order a raw steak dinner. He had laughed at her eagerness and her pride when she showed him the receipt. And later Hardison had helped him turn the hotel hot plate into a camp stove, and he had grilled the steak with a little salt and pepper out on the balcony as the three of them shared the side order of fries smothered in barbecue sauce and Sophie looked on feigning illness.
And then there was Nate, who had rerouted a train to get his boys out of a forest crawling with backyard militia men. Though he had griped about it at the time, Eliot knew Nate had been proud that they didn’t get on it. Nate, the linchpin who held them all together: tempering Eliot’s aggression, reigning in Parker’s explosive energy, helping Hardison keep his focus, winding Sophie up and pointing her in the right direction.
It was Eliot’s job to make the boogey men go away. And yet, sometimes they were the ones to chase away his nightmares. And so he watched over them, his family, a bit messed up though it was, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
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Date: 2011-09-29 12:40 pm (UTC)Making Sure you're alive, The Way Brothers
Date: 2011-09-29 02:22 pm (UTC)"God damnit Gerard it is just a video!" He growled.
"Sorry I got scared you're my brother and um," Gerard said running his hand through his dark hair, "I don't think I want to watch you die again anytime soon."
Mikey couldn't help but sigh at that one. He knew how he felt. There was a dark time where he was also afraid to lose his brother.
"Listen don't worry I am going to be sticking around for a while."
"You promise?"
"Only if you stick around with me, well at till we're two grumpy old men."
And with that a laugh filled the room.
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Date: 2011-09-29 01:01 pm (UTC)No fic but...
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Date: 2011-09-29 01:22 pm (UTC)No fill, Just Giggles ;)
Date: 2011-09-29 04:31 pm (UTC)Re: No fill, Just Giggles ;)
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Date: 2011-09-29 01:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-29 01:27 pm (UTC)"I know this new heaven will be just another hell. You see, I'm not here because I want to help you or I care for you, but two hells are one hell too many. And I can't have that!"
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Date: 2011-09-29 01:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-29 01:32 pm (UTC)FILLED - Calling Nine-One-One (PG)
Date: 2011-09-29 05:55 pm (UTC)He had been cut off from Heaven for so long that Castiel had forgotten what it felt like to hear a human’s prayer. When in battle they were blocked from receiving them, and when Michael had announced it was time to truly begin the apocalypse there hadn’t been a need to listen to human prayers.
Castiel couldn’t have said why he was receiving this particular prayer at that particular moment. With the Leviathans in control of his vessel, Castiel’s consciousness had been shoved so far into the background that he was only able to catch glimpses of what his worldly body was up to under the Old Ones control.
God? she called. I need help. I know that Daddy always said that You helped those who would help themselves, but I don’t know how. I can’t stop him. He hurts me. I told him no, just like mommy said I should. I screamed, but no one heard me. And I can’t tell my mommy like daddy said I should... The man... he said he’d hurt her if I ever told anyone... But he can’t know I’m telling You... Please... Make him stop...
Claire.
Castiel knew that voice, that mind, just as well as he knew his own. Her fear and despair were like physical blows to his being. Her shame was slat to the wound. He was too weak to answer her prayer. The struggle to maintain control of the souls from Purgatory had taxed his greatly. So much so, that the Leviathans had been able to cling to his weakened being and force his consciousness into submission.
Castiel did not have the will to rise up and wrestle back that control.
But there was something else rising from the darkness where Castiel’s being existed. Another mind that Castiel knew. The rightful owner of the body Castiel had claimed.
Jimmy Novak had heard his daughter’s prayer through Castiel. He had felt her emotions – the fear, the shame, the confusion, the sadness and anger, the terrible loneliness and... dirtiness – and he had come to call of his child’s despair as any true father would.
Castiel couldn’t truly connect with Jimmy’s mind. They were two separate consciousnesses that had once been cohabitating a single body. But Castiel could catch emotions and intent if not true thoughts. It was all the same to someone who knew how to read such information.
Control of a vessel when there was more than one inhabitant was a matter of will. Castiel didn’t have enough strength in him to summon the will nesscessary to regain control of his vessel. But Jimmy Novak was all will – single minded intent, bent by his child’s pain, focused by her cry for help.
Like a falling star shooting in reverse, Castiel felt Jimmy Novak’s will overshadow both his own and that of the Leviathans. Unlike the Leviathans, who focused on the many aspects of hunger and self-satisfaction, Jimmy Novak had only one driving force to focus all of his will upon. He wrenched not only Castiel’s abilities from him, but those of the Leviathans as well, and clutched them tightly to his soul.
And then Castiel heard their voice speak and felt even the Leviathans hesitate in the shadow of Jimmy Novak’s will.
“Daddy’s coming, sweetie.”
And they were.
God have mercy, they were.
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